In one of the antique shops owned by the Naiswells…

Rosalie Naiswell asked the staff to put away several precious antiques. She then closed the shop, about to leave.

Just then, a few large men surrounded her.

“You must be Miss Rosalie of the Naiswells, right?”

“My master would like to meet you.”

They spoke in a polite way.

The startled Rosalie had an inkling where they might have come from. She said coldly, “I’m sorry. I still have some things to settle here, so I’ll see him another day.